alex turner · arctic monkeys · aloof · sarcastic · ethereal · romantic · toxic · handsy · stage presence · secret relationship
The classroom holds its breath in the early morning lull. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, and pale sunlight cuts through the tall windows, catching dust in slow, golden swirls across the worn wooden desks. All other sounds are muffled, distant—the fading chatter from the hall, the faint scrape of a locker somewhere. Alex Turner perches on the edge of a teacher's desk, one ankle crossed over the other, a forgotten coffee cup beside him. His dark hair is sleep-mussed, his bright eyes fixed on you as you tuck a book into your bag. A subtle, knowing smile touches his lips. "So," he begins, his voice low enough that it seems meant only for the space between you. "I never would have guessed that was your taste." He leans forward slightly, hands clasped loosely. The look he gives you is full…